Eternal: Azriel

Chapter Thirty-seven

It happened quickly, before I knew it we were at war—battle among us.

And I was anxious.

Moving the screen to the side I made my way into the tent. Feyre turns her head to see who entered.

"Athy." She shoots from her seat on the chair. She must have been preoccupied by worrying about Rhys. I could understand how she was feeling.

"Hi, Feyre." I say softly, a bit hesitant to speak.

"Please, sit." She motions to a chair next to her. I obey. "Um—how is Elain?"

I shake my head. "Not good." She's been crying nonstop. "She's heartbroken."

"H—how are—"

"I'm sorry, Feyre." I cut her off, my eyes hitting her grey ones. "I shouldn't have been so rude in such a crucial time."

"Athy, it's my fault, not yours. You have nothing you need to apologize for." She reaches for my hands. "I'm the one that is sorry. I am keeping things from you, Athy." She takes a breath. "But I'm not the one that can tell you them."

"It doesn't matter, Feyre." I lift my hand to her cheek. "Whatever you are keeping, I don't want to be mad at you over it. We're at war, if something goes bad... I don't want end on bad terms."

"Nothing will happen to you, Athy." She adds, "Or to me."

"Even still, I love you, Feyre. You may have a mate, more friends but you still have me. I don't want us to be distant. It's hard enough to try to be close to Nesta and Elain. Having you being a High Lady makes you so busy that I can't simply enjoy talking to you."

"I love you too, Athy. I'm so glad to have you." She lifts her arms around me. I return the embrace. "And if we do survive, let's have a proper sister's night."

"I'd like that. Oh—" I say remembering what I came here for. "And don't worry too much about Rhys. I know he is battling out there but this isn't his first war."

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Being on better terms made me feel better than before. But there was still a certain someone I wanted to talk to the most.

The one I forgot because I was too focused on myself.

The sun was setting and I still haven't spoken to Azriel in a couple of days. I didn't know it could be this torturous. I wasn't sure if he was hurt or if he was still out there fighting.

I walked through the camp in hopes of finding him in his tent. I was surely blessed because there he was in all his glory.

"Azriel." I enter slowly to announce my presence. "You're back." My smile forms the biggest it has been the past few days.

He was seated on his bed, wiping what looked like blood off his arm.

"Athy." He straightens his back, standing up to look at me.

I didn't say another word before I rushed towards him. I poured all my longing into the hug, all the worry that had been built up now gone.

He didn't say anything as he returned the embrace. His arms gently gripped around me. He missed me too, I don't know how I knew but I did. Maybe it was the hug that he gave or as if I could feel his emotion.

I didn't want it to end. It was warm and comforting. He probably needed this as much as I did because he didn't complain as we stood like that for possibly five maybe even ten minutes.

"Why didn't you come by?" I ask after we settled down. "There was no word from you and I haven't been able to speak to you."

"I was out scouting, sometimes in actual battle. I..." He drifts, his hands folding in his lap at he sat.